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 France and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.