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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.