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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.