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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.