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 Australia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Shanghai and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.