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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.