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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.