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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.