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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.