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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.