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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.