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 Colombia and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.