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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.