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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Surgeon to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
OOIOO,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.