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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.