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 Cuba and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scion to the techno 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Franke,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.