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 Albania and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Magma,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.