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 Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Brick,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.