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 Burundi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.