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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Real Kids to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.