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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Dead C to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.