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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.