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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.