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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.