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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.