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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
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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.