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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.