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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.