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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
June Days,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.