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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.