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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.