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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.