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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rock 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.