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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 marimba 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 Faraquet to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Index,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Faust,
The Evens,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.