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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.