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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 guitar 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.