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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the techno 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.