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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.