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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.