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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
PIL,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.