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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.