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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.