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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Lyres,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.