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 Afghanistan 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '90s.
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 Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.