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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Germs to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.