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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.