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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.