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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Remains to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Crime,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.