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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.