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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
The Busters,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.