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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.