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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.