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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Nas,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.