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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 John Holt to the punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
PIL,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.