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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smoke to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.