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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics 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?
Wings,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.