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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.