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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.