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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doors to the rap 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Nas,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.