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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.