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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.