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 Lebanon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas to the punk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.