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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
The Names,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.