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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.