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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the funk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.