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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 organ 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.