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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Make Up,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.