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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.