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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
UT,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.