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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.