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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
ABC,
Scion,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.