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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.