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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Cluster,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.