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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.