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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the rap 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.