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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Agitation Free to the rap 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.