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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
AZ,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.