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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.