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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.