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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Slave,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.