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 Armenia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.