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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.