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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Pole,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.