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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.