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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
X-101,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.