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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.