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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.