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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Amon Düül II to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going 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?
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.