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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.