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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.