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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.