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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.