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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.