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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.