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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Gong 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.