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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.