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 Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.