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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.