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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s 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 Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.