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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Knickerbockers to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.