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 Malawi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Count Five 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.