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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
The Doors,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Can,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.