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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.