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 Canada and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Adolescents 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
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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.