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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.