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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.