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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.