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 Ireland and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 U.S. Maple to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.