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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 X-102 to the punk 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 Cell. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters 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 rock 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.