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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.