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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.