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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Basic Channel to the funk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.