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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.