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 Palau 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Quantec to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.