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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.