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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Hashim to the punk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.