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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.