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 Burundi and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.