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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.