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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the rap 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.