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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Five Americans to the jazz 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.