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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.