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 Maldives 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 The Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.