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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.