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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.