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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.