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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.