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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.