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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Magma,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.