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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.