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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.