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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Offenders to the crunk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.