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 Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.