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 Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.