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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.