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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.