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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
The Saints,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.