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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.