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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.