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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.