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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 rhodes 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Mars,
Wings,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.