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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.