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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 linndrum 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.