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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Brick,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.