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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s 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 The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.