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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.