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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.