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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 sitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.