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 Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
the Slits,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.