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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Can,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.