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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.