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 Spain and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
The Fall,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
UT,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.