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 Papua New Guinea 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.