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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.