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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.