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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.