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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.