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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
X-101,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.