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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.