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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.