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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Man Parrish to the grunge 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
The Move,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.