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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.