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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.