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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
The Fall,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.