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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Slave,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.