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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.