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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.