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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.