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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Slave,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.