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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.