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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.