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 Lebanon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.