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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Slave,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.