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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Gang Green to the grunge 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Can,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.