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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.