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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.