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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
MC5,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.