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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.