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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 The Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.