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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras 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?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.