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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Crime,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.