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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Malaria! 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.