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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.