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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
the Association,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.