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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.