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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.