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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the rap 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth 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?
Magma,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
cv313,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Television,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.