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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 spring reverb 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.