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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.