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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.