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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
the Association,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.