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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Whodini to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
DNA,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.