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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.