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 Czech Republic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Wings,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.