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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Television,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.