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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.