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 France and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.