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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
MC5,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Moebius,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.