Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.