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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.