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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.