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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.