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 Cyprus 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.