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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Bill Near to the rock 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.