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 Peru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.