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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.