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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.