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 Japan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 The Cowsills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.