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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Human League 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.