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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! 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?
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.