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 Iran and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pole to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.