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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 The Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.