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 Taiwan 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 The Raincoats to the disco 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.