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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 clarinet 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
AZ,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.