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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Television Personalities to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.