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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.