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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.