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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.