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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
PIL,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Faust,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.