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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
the Association,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.