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 Nigeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Gories to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.