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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Swans,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.