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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.