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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.