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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.