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 Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.