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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.