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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.