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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.