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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 oboe 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 The Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.