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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Niagra to the funk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.