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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.