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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 funk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.