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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.