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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.