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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Joe Finger to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Wire,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.