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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.