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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Can,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.