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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.