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 Serbia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.