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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.