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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.