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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Faust,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.