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 Cyprus and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Index,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.