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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the punk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.