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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Can,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.