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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.