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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.