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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gun Club 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.