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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Arab on Radar 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Scion,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
The Busters,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.