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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Little Man to the techno 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.