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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Pylon 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.