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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.