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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.