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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.