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 United Kingdom 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.