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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Suicide,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.