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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.