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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
New Order,
June Days,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Smog,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.