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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.