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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.