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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Can,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.