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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.