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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.