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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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?
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Monolake,
JFA,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.