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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Nico to the disco 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.