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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the electroclash 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
The Standells,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Magazine,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.