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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Grey Daturas to the grime 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
The Names,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.