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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.