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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Eurythmics to the dance 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.