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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.