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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Nas,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.