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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
UT,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.