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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Smog,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.