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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.