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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Yaz,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.