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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 The Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Smog,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.