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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.