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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
New Order,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.