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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Slits to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.