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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Swans to the rap 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
JFA,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Gong,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.