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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.