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 Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.