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 Swaziland 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.