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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.