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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.