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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Music Machine 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.