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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Scion,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.