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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.