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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mummies to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.