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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.