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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.