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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.