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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Gong,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.