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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.