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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
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.