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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.