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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.