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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.