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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.