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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
PIL,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.