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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.