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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Can,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Index,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.