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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 harpsichord 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron 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?
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.