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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
MDC,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.