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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Wire,
Yaz,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.