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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Ludus,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.