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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
MDC,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.