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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.