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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.