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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 güiro 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.