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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Index,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.