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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.