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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.