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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.