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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.