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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.