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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.