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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Sparks,
The Victims,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.