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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.