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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.