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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.