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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.