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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the crunk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
UT,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Wings,
The Doors,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.