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 Nauru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.