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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.