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 Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.