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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.