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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Marc Almond to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.