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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Liliput,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.