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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
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 theremin 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.