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 Oman and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 synthesizer 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 Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.