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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Television,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.