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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 clarinet 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.