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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Crime,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Magma,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.