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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.