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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.