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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.