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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.