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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.