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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.