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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Anakelly to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.