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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.