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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.