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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.