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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.