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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.