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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.