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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the rock 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.