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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Can,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.