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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Five Americans 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.