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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.