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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.