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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.