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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Sonic Youth 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.