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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Nirvana to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.