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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.