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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the rock 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.