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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '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 The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Television,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.