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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.