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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.