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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Zeros to the rock 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.