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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Sound to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.