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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.