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 Norway and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.