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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.