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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.