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 Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Nico,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.