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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.