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 Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.