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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the techno 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.