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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.