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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mummies to the jazz 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.