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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.