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 Bahamas 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.