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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.