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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.