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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Rapeman to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
The Names,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.