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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.