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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.