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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.