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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Pole,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.