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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.