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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.