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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the disco 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.