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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.