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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.