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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Simply Red to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.