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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Can,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.