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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Nas to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.