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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.