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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
10cc,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.