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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.