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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.