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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.