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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.