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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 mellotron 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Faust,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.