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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.