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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.