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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.