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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
UT,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Monolake,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.