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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.