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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.