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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.