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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.