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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.