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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 10cc to the jazz 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.