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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 the Germs to the techno 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.