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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.