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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Organ,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.