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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.