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 Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 spring reverb 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
MC5,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.