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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.