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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Smog,
Interpol,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.