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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Franke,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.