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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the dance 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.