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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.