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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.