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 South Africa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Audionom,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.