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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.