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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the techno 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.