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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.