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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Television,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.