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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Faust,
JFA,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.