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 Swaziland 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.