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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.