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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.