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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.