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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.