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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.