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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur 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?
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.