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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.