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 Panama 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.