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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
UT,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Shoche,
Magma,
Organ,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.