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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Eurythmics 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.