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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.