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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.