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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club 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?
Harmonia,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.