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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Junior Murvin to the rap 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.