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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
the Association,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
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.