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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
The Residents,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.