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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.