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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the grunge 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Nico,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.