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 Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Slave,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Chrome,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.