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 Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 güiro 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.