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 Suriname and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.