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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.