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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Nico,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.