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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Basic Channel to the rap 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.