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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.