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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.