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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 chamberlin 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 Cluster to the rock 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.