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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the disco 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.