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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Wings,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.