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 Kazakhstan 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.