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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.