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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.