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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Index,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.