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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.