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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.