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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Echospace,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.