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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Yellowson 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Television,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.