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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
The Saints,
PIL,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Sparks,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.