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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.