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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Television,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.