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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the techno 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Wire,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.