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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.