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 India and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the rap 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway 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?
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.