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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.