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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.