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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Loose Ends to the funk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.