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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.