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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.