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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.