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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.