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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Smog,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.