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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.