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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.