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 South Africa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
The Victims,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.