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 Italy and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.