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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.