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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Index,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Scion,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.