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 Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.