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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.