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 Jordan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gap Band to the rap 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.