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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.