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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.