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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.