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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Mars to the rap 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.