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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.