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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.