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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
JFA,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.