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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Wire,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.