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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.