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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.