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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the dance 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Can,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
the Association,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.