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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 The Toasters to the dance 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.