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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.