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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Deakin to the rap 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.