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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Durutti Column 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.