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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Sonic Youth to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget 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?
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.