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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.