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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Can,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.