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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.