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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.