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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s 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 Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.