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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.