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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Oneida,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.