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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Urselle,
New Order,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.