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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.