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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 theremin 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.