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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.